Beaten at table football

Did you know that the Hungarians are well into table football? Neither did we, until on Saturday night in Budapest we learned the hard way.

On visiting Calum's local, "The Smoke House" (it wasn't really called that, but it was one of the smokiest pubs I've ever been into) we watched for a while as the regulars flicked and whacked their way round the football table. Calum told us how popular it was and, for fun, got us involved in a game.

Jon and I limp-wristedly tried valiantly to defend our goal, and our honour, but these guys were something else. They could pass, aim and shot faster than we could see. The couple of goals we scored were, I think, the result of them scoring an own goals by ricocheting off our goalie...